I once wrote a beautiful poem
which sounded like a happy child
playing in an empty church.
The echoes of his laughter and footsteps
playing in a never ending loop.
But I have never been a happy child.
I have never been to a church.
The poem was beautiful.
It was just not me.
Just another daily photo blog by Christoph Bardtke
L'oreille du taureau à la fenêtre De la maison sauvage où le soleil blessé Un soleil intérieur de terre Tentures du réveil les parois de la chambre Ont vaincu le sommeil Paul Eluard
czyli kilka słów i przemyśleń z fotografią w tle
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Taraba cartilor de altadata. Nerecomandat minorilor
"Io non dischiudo nè nascondo ma al contrario faccio vedere" (Eraclito)
photography and other things
the portfolio - in progress
... mobius faith imaging ...
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Photographs, Video and Stuff
Photography and cartoons, my favorite things.
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Gezeichnetes, Gemaltes, Geschriebenes
